lying           
           in   my   room,          
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
      something poking  my left  hand, 
                  something     slimy, 
       slithering  around the fingers, 
           up   the   arm.          
 is  it  drug-fueled   apathy?         
          i   don't   move  the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever it is that's tasting me,     
 it    moves   further   up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward   it.       
            looks    like    seagrass. 
          it's  kinda   cute.       
                                 
     once it's up my  neck and  on  my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
      the texture is  like that  of  a 
 juicy                          grape, 
     and the squish tastes  like sweet 
                      cucumber.    
    it's very good.     and i    
 suck   more   of    it   in.          
             chew    it.            
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
     apathy  gone,  i  sit  up.       
     the tendrils are  stuck  under   
    my shirt,    entering  by the arm 
 and  exiting  through  the collar.     
    this  makes it hard for me to  push 
 more   of   it  in   my   mouth.       
   i make to  remove the shirt, but the 
 seagrass finally protests when i  try to 
 move     my    left     arm.           
     so   -  eating  it   is  ok,     
       moving  it  is  not.